“I want my Smarties.”

“You ate all your Smarties, Zen Baby.” 

“I WANT my SMARTIES!!!”

“Well, I’m sorry, but they’re all gone.”

“I want my freakin’ Smarties, Mama!.”

“No.”

“Gimme my damn Smarties.”

Zen Baby has moved beyond the mere expletive and has now mastered the use of profanity as an adjective.  Clearly she’s a prodigy.  Or maybe I need to clean up my mouth a bit.   

“Look, Mama!”  Zen Baby tells me, sticking out her tongue to show me the half-chewed pea sitting on its tip.

“Don’t do that, Zen Baby.  It’s not nice manners.”

“No it’s not.  I sharin’ wif you.”

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 ”Come on, Zen Baby!  Bear is on!  You’re going to miss him sniffing you.  If you miss him sniffing you, you won’t know what you smell like.”

“Yah, I do.”

“Yeah?  What do you smell like?”

“I smell like pee!”